Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.